There are a few problems with being in the “Rat Race.” Firstly, one’s competition in the rat race happens to be rats. In general, rats are filthy disease ridden animals who survive off of the depravity of others. There are some rats that are clean and non-disease ridden, but they are the exception to the rule. The second major problem is that to qualify one must be a rat. I am unfortunately in the midst of a medium distance rat race, you know the ones where the runners have just enough energy to “kick it” the last 200 meters or so. That makes me a rat; a racing rat, but a rat none-the-less. I am tired of running and not sure to what goal I am running. I am sure, however, that I am not in a race to get off a sinking ship, so at least I got that going for me. In fact, I am not sure I want to qualify for the race anymore. Mainly I am tired of being a rat.

Don’t read too much into the above… I am amazingly tired and disturbingly overworked at the moment, I have not been able to enjoy a “Papa Day” in a long while, I need centered, and I am woefully out of shape. Basically, I am a big fat whiney-head. I am sure with rest and proper diet; I will be a happier camper.

So, I will check in daily, but I am limited by my low functioning brain at the moment.